Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Wound

I climbed to the crest,
And, fog-festooned,
The sun lay west
Like a crimson wound:

Like that wound of mine
Of which none knew,
For I’d given no sign
That it pierced me through.

1. If You Had Known
2. The Seven Times
3. The Rift
4. Our Old Friend Dualism
5. When Oats Were Reaped

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